Reality

Delta Spirit’s “Yamaha” is playing as I write this. It’s my weekly day off, and I’ve spent most of it watching other people do things. First, Iron Man 3 at the cinema. Then Dabangg 2 at home. Between Robert Downey Jr. and Salman Khan, several villains have been dealt with. My own problems remain considerably less entertaining. I enjoyed both films. But by the evening, I was bored again, so I picked up my laptop. I thought I might write something. Then I decided it should be something important. That is usually where the trouble starts. As soon as I expect my writing to say something significant about the world, I struggle to say anything at all. I write a sentence, read it and delete it. Perhaps it doesn’t belong. Perhaps it’s stupid. Perhaps I haven’t left it on the screen long enough to find out. I’ve done it twice already. There is something on my mind, though. I recently came close to making a decision, then backed out after receiving an offer I felt I couldn’t refuse. Or perhap...